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- Security Protocol Four activated.
- Security Protocol Five activated.
- Security Protocol Six activated.
- Security Protocol Seven activated.
- Containment measures are now in effect.
- Security protocols engaging. Please move to a designated safe zone.
- Anyone failing to locate to a safe zone risks dismemberment, death, immolation, electrocution, demotion, and more.
- If you do not have a designated safe zone assignment, remain calm and wait for security.
- A prepared worker is a safe worker. A live worker is a productive worker.
- Please refrain from inhaling noxious chemicals or gases.
- Report any unauthorized personnel to security.
- Remain calm. Failure to remain calm is the sign of a weak mind.
- Kill it. Kill it before it kills us!
- They're everywhere!
- Don't let them get through!
- Keep defending, you idiots!
- No. No! Nooo!
- You idiots should have fought harder!
- I'll make a note. Maybe we can arrange some sort of brawler exchange.
- Thanks, but I like the outfit I've got. See you around.
- Hey, soldier! Care to try some Lion's Arch rum? Only the best, straight from the commodore's own storehouse!
- Not now, thanks.
- If I hear anything I don't like, they're going to get a lecture...from my fists!
- Sounds perfectly reasonable to me. Stand by and watch me close.
- Don't do it, boss. These jokers look like they'd steal the Khan-Ur's claw and sell it for bacon grease.
- I made a deal, and I'm going to stick to it. That's final.
- If they betray me, I expect you to make them very, very sorry.
- You should relax. And I've got brandy back at the barracks to help you do just that.
- I'm still weighing my options. Stand by.
- Count on that! I'll load 'em into cannons and fire them at each other, point blank!
- That's what I like to hear. See you back at the citadel when this is all over.
- Sure, sure. Just don't let 'em get behind you...or surround you...or linger in your blind spot...burn me, just keep 'em at a safe distance, okay?
- Consider it done. Now get back to the citadel. I'll meet you there.
- Brandy? Don't think you can distract me with yummy treats. I mean, you can, but...oh, never mind. I need a drink.
- Then go get one, buddy. I'll see you soon.
- I know we're here to talk, but if they say one wrong word, I'm opening up on them.
- Not without my signal. I don't want to kill them if we don't have to.
- Sorry boss, but you going out there alone with these scrappers is unacceptable.
- Accept it, Euryale. I'll be fine. These two couldn't take me in their wildest dreams.
- I made a deal. But if it doesn't pan out, feel free to murder them in their beds.
- Those are my orders. Now go back to the citadel and have a brandy. That's an order, too.
- Quit worrying. Nothing they can do will stop me from coming back.
- Oh, I will. But not for a long, painful time after I get my claws on them.
- Sounds like a plan. I'll see you soon.
- Fine. But if you come back in anything less than perfect health, I'm going to have a scrapper barbeque.
- Fair enough. I'll meet up with you back at the citadel.
- All right. I'll go back, I'll relax, I'll have a drink. But I won't enjoy it.
- As long as you do it. See you soon.
- Ready to roll out, boss. We've got your back. And with the whole warband here, I get to prove once again who's the best—me, baby. Me!
- As soon as we find these scrappers, you'll get your chance.